Within the Martial Arts Alliance branch, a commotion was stirred.
Qi Yuan's martial prowess was anything but ordinary, even among those at the limits of martial arts.
More importantly, he was still so young.
At once, quite a few martial artists from the Martial Arts Alliance came over, wanting to befriend Qi Yuan.
However, Qi Yuan had no interest in any of that.
He casually said, "The water in my hotel room has boiled. I need to hurry back and soak some instant noodles."
After saying that, he turned and left the Martial Arts Alliance branch.
The other martial artists looked at one another.
Quite a few who had seen Qi Yuan outside earlier also revealed strange expressions.
"This martial artist... is a little strange."
"If I remember correctly, he seems to have a Mental Illness Certificate."
"Huh? Looking at his behavior, he really does seem sick?"
"Could he have practiced martial arts until he damaged his brain?"
"God opened a window for him, then shut his door tight."
The martial artists' gazes toward Qi Yuan shifted from envy to pity.
Having high martial talent was something people envied.
But... if one had mental illness, what use was even the highest martial talent?
Strong was strong, but without one's own consciousness, one could at most become a puppet in another's hands, a money-making tool.
So in the end, having a good brain was what truly mattered.
After Qi Yuan left the Martial Arts Alliance branch, North Crane Han Xianyun followed him out.
Yang Shan had acquaintances in the Martial Arts Alliance branch, so he stayed behind to catch up with old friends for the moment.
North Crane Han Xianyun, meanwhile, followed at Qi Yuan's side as the two left together.
At this moment, North Crane Han Xianyun's heart was still